To be honest, Haven't figured it out yet. It swells inside my lungs, And keeps us up, yeah, Then leaves us. This will be where I keep my thoughts. This will be where I live my life For most days.
This isn't over, is it? We watched all the memories out loud, And we still hold pieces of them. We wear those thoughts Like a burning fire. That room will echo your name, And resonate to everyone outside it. We'll tell the story of when We wore our thoughts Like a burning fire.
It was sonic. I was giving myself up. It wells inside my blood, And picks us up when we need them. It can repair the lonely thoughts. I can return to live my life. We will recount the words That brought themselves together For those days.
The sound of what we made Will lead me down that road. The cost is worth the weight, So let me open up. So let me open up to you.
